ManicWorld Magazine

I saw
an angel
in Morrisons.

She was at
the checkout,
buying her
weekly shop.

Her golden wings
glittered in the light,
and I was
awestruck—
stopped in my tracks—
while people
pushed past.

No one noticed.
But I was transfixed.

I wasn’t even there
to buy.
I needed the toilet
before a meeting,
and didn’t want
to walk in
just asking
for the loo.

So I was here
by accident—
just a passing
moment
that shouldn’t
have happened.

Like when I forgot
my jacket this morning
and had to go back
home.

Rain was imminent.

I thought of that—
how if I hadn’t
gone back,
I would have missed
the angel
and her shopping.